Shocking surprise

I think back at what happened, and my heart still pounds in my chest...

To set the scene, I'm male, caucasian, am into a bit of kink occasionally. Medium weight, athletic-ish build. Now in my mid-30s, living in Brisbane (Australia) the following is something that happened to me in my mid-20s...

I was a late starter when it came to having sex... mostly sheer awkwardness - I have a certain rakish charm that can be attractive. Once I did get started with sex, however, I was able to make up for what I'd missed.

One night, I was feeling a bit blue, but at the suggestion of a friend went out, I found myself at a swingers club; my friend knew the organiser, so we were able, as single males, to get in.

A few smiles, flirts with women and couples, a game of pool, people were starting to relax.

I paused at the bar to get something to drink, just soft-drink, when I got chatting with an attractive, older woman. Her name was Sarah, she was in her mid-40s, married, some very nice curves on her; it turned out that this was her and her husband's first time at the club as well. A bit of chatting, she introduced her husband James; much the same age as her, solid build.

Shyly at first, we started talking about sex, what we liked, what we didn't. I conceded that, yes, I was bi-curious, but the idea of bottoming (to anyone) didn't do much for me... Fortunately, that was alright with them - James had been having medical issues, and wasn't able to give Sarah the
attention she craved, so brought her to the club. They had been wanting to find someone for something on-going while he was having problems; in addition, he was bi, and quite happy to bottom.

Feeling comfortable with one another, Sarah slipped her hand up my leg, onto my now hardened cock, and suggested we get comfortable. We found a spare bed, James watching us as we started to have a bit of a fumble with each other, slowly working our clothes off; neither of us had paid enough attention to James to notice that while he had also stripped, his piece remain flaccid and small.

Sarah looked at me, asked if I minded if she watching James suck me, as it was a real turn on - naturally, I agreed, and laid back as James sat on the floor, between my legs, and placed my erection in his mouth. He worked my balls, then swapped hands and mouth, while sucked Sarah's breast and fingered her, her wetness becoming evermore apparent. I laid back, my cock, truncheon-like was suddenly engulfed by Sarah's mouth, alternating between teasing and flicking, and deep-throating. Suddenly she could stand no more, and leapt onto me, burying my cock inside her, pumping hard, whilst James' tongue continued to work my cock and her cunt. I couldn't stand too much longer, and unloaded deep into her, my cum hitting her cervix, sending her into a screaming orgasm.

Slowly we both regained our breaths, and she slid off me. I couldn't care less as James cleaned both of us, sucking my cock clean before licking my cum out of his wife's still pulsing pussy.

Over the next couple of weeks we met several times, Sarah quite willing to take my cum in her mouth, cunt, or arse, and James sucking me until I came, or having me fuck his arse. Discretion was important to them, so I was quite happy to host, or go out with them to more clubs, even keeping Sarah with me over the weekend when James went into hospital.

After his surgery, James had to take a few weeks to recover, we knew that our fun times were coming to a close, but had lots of happy memories.

Life returned to normal, I went back to university.

And there the story should end, but no....

In the course of the first couple of weeks, things were hectic, but I managed to meet an attractive girl, about my age. We got on really well, had some amazing sex (she was quite, quite inventive), and even got to the stage of talking about moving in together... We both had a few trepidations, so decided not to worry about it just yet. Alexa, however, did insist on my going to have dinner with her and her parents.

Nervously, I accepted, and decided that I would attempt a good impression. I picked Alexa up that evening, driving her to her parents' house. Deep breath in as I stepped inside, Alexa led me into the living room, where I found myself face to face with her parents - James and Sarah.

The world took a breath, and we introduced ourselves as if meeting for the first time.

Things went busily, if three out of the four of us were leaving many things unsaid...

Sarah did manage to have a quick word with me later in the evening, saying not to worry, and perhaps she might contact me later (with a wink)...